Okkervil River - The rise

^CAll the riders on the rise ^Fmaj7Circlers from every side All the riders on the rise Circlers from every side

^AmEyes up! Light floods ar^Gound in a yellow shadow after night Comes down in a grand fall (?) in a dull dumb swipe. And all’s white.

^CFire painting on the pines ^Fmaj7And hawks above the timber-line Water weeping from the ice Water weeping from the ice

^AmHeat is lost Winter rocks into a lonely bo^Gxwood grove And quiet snowfall Smothers all of the lawns Where the ladies coughed and cried, ^Fmaj7"I don't want to be th^Gere when it's time!"

^CThe dying stag is on his side ^Fmaj7The dying stag is on his side The wind is beating through the briers The wind is beating through the briers The dying stag is on his side The dying stag is on his side The wind is beating through the briers The wind is beating through the briers

^AmWaves on the graves of the saints Dull g^Grey as the sea pushes land away Dull ache when you wake Grey smoke shows the way you walk down by when it’s time ^Fmaj7I don't want to be there w^Ghen it's time

To go d^Emown, down ^FI don't want to go down there alone Down down I don't want to go down there alone

^EmDow^Fn down down down Down down down down Down down Down down Down down Down down Ooh